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IN THE NORTH.

THE moonlight shines upon the waves
All bending in the wind;
The sail-boat runs before them both,
But leaves her foam behind.
The porpoise takes the tide to sea,
The herring to the sand;
The seagull fishes far away,
But rests at night on land.
And if you say 'tis time to go,
I'm off to sea once more;
But if your eyes should tell me ‘No,’
I'll stay to-night on shore.
The tide runs up, the tide runs down,
The waves they rise and fall;
But with a man whose mind is set
It's once and once for all.